Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.